Looking at Jiang Ning, who was pretending to be calm, Wu Ling moved lightly, and the green clothes under him swayed: "What, do you still want to stop me?"

Jiang Ning had a wry smile on the corner of his mouth, if he had a choice, he would never choose to face the witch spirit directly at this moment, it was one of the top ten protectors of the Evil Spirit Sect, and he was a strong man who had stepped into the ranks of saints!

The sneak attack of the blood spirit can injure a strong person like Jin Ze, and the necromancer will resist Jiang Huanyu without falling behind.

With her own little cultivation, it is estimated that she can make herself annihilate with a sneeze, right?

Glancing at Wu Weaving Dream behind him, the sigil under his feet had begun to extend in all directions, and had already infected one-tenth of the light curtain.

She needs time!

"I don't want to, but I have to stop you. Jiang Ning quickly attacked with a hidden edge in his hand, facing a strong man like Wu Ling, there was no chance to take advantage of it, he could only choose to hit the stone with an egg.

Hum!

Wu Ling didn't put Jiang Ning in his eyes at all, his so-called delay was like a moth to a fire in his opinion, it didn't make any sense, he stretched out his index finger and pointed forward, and easily blocked Jiang Ning's sudden blow.

"Eh, little guy, your strength is not small, you are suppressed by the rules of heaven and earth here, and you can't use spiritual power at all, you don't look like a human being." But what's the point of that?" Wu Ling's fingers knocked on Zang Feng from the side as if dancing, Jiang Ning immediately flew out, and when he turned around, Wu Ling's fingers lightly touched his forehead, and a sigil instantly disappeared in the center of his eyebrows.

"This is the ancestral shrine of the Wu clan, and you are not qualified to die here as an outsider. ”

Wu Ling didn't even look at Jiang Ning, turned around and walked towards Wu Zhimeng, his left foot was raised, and his right leg was hugged, and he didn't have to look down at all, it was Jiang Ning.

Hey!

A trace of doubt flashed on Wu Ling's brows, although it was casual just now, the 'fixing talisman' that was applied to Jiang Ning should not be wrong, she didn't believe that with Jiang Ning's slight cultivation, she could break her own charm, it should be caused by her own consumption of too much divine consciousness in order to communicate with the ancestral talisman.

Because of the tight time, she didn't want to waste it on Jiang Ning, so she immediately raised her left foot and stepped on her left shoulder, and a subtle bone cracking sound came from under her feet.

"Just because you don't have the right to die here doesn't mean I won't kill you, let me go, maybe I'll consider keeping you a whole corpse. ”

The pain coming from his sternum made Jiang Ning can't help but scream, but his hands were still tightly holding Wu Ling's right leg without the slightest sign of relaxation.

Wu Ling's feet were unceremoniously, and his strength increased instantly, Jiang Ning felt that his sternum was about to collapse, and the only thing that made him excited was that because of the cultivation of Daozang, the bearing capacity of his bones had increased a lot.

One!

Two!

Three... Despite this, Jiang Ning did not hold on to three breaths at the feet of the witch spirit, a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, and the stuffiness in his chest instantly disintegrated.

"Bang!"

Wu Ling raised his left foot and landed on Jiang Ning's shoulder bone, and Jiang Ning's whole body flew out.

When she reached this cultivation, it was easy to erase Jiang Ning from this world with a raised hand, so that she would not leave any traces in the ancestral hall, but she didn't have that time at this time.

It took her seven days and seven nights to burn her divine sense to communicate with the ancestral talisman, but Wu Zhimeng used the power of the bloodline to cut off the breath between herself and the ancestral talisman in an instant.

Acting on behalf of others.

At this rate, the Wuweaving Dream Tea will be able to complete the inheritance contract later.

"I haven't fallen yet. ”

Jiang Ning got up from the ground and twisted his left shoulder, he felt that his internal organs were slightly misaligned, this was the gap in strength.

Wu Ling stopped again, and his face turned with irritation written on it: "In that case, I will satisfy you." ”

Although time was tight, Jiang Ning had already succeeded in provoking her. Immediately raised her hands and made a seal on her chest, two blood-red sigils appeared in her palms, Jiang Ning felt the bloody blood in her hands for the first time, followed by a strong resentment.

This is not a simple spell condensed with divine consciousness, but a resentful spirit, could it be that she slaughtered her own people and abandoned them in the wilderness, and even imprisoned her divine soul, so as to improve her own cultivation?

"As you think, I'm going to keep them immortal and never reincarnated. The resentful voice came out of the witch spirit's mouth, and at the same time, the whole person appeared beside Jiang Ning, Jiang Ning didn't have time to resist at all, and the blood-colored charm condensed by the witch spirit's hands fell on the head and disappeared in an instant.

In the sea of marrow.

The soup spoon was spinning at high speed, and the immobilization spell that the witch spirit applied to Jiang Ning just now was not missing, but this kind of divine consciousness attack fell in Jiang Ning's sea of marrow, and the soup spoon flashed with white light, and the spell disappeared.

As the spoon swirled, the witch's attack turned into a trace of nutrients from the sea of marrow.

But this time was different, the blood-colored charm condensed by the witch spirit was full of strong resentment.

The moment the blood-colored talisman entered Jiang Ning's marrow sea, the white light of the soup spoon instantly disintegrated the spell's attack, and at the same time extended out of Jiang Ning's body, following the traction of the witch spirit's divine consciousness, instantly devouring her divine consciousness outside the body.

"Ahh

The witch spirit screamed in his mouth, just now in order to communicate with the ancestral talisman, his divine sense has been greatly damaged, and at this moment, he was inexplicably ingested by Jiang Ning, and the resentful spirit suppressed in his body instantly rioted, and he couldn't bear it.

The witch spirit's side was tossed by the resentful spirits absorbed by himself, but Jiang Ning was still.

The soup spoon instantly disintegrated the attack of the blood-colored charm, but there was no way to completely clear those resentments.

The resentment dispersed, and it suddenly attracted another great god who settled in Jiang Ning's sea of marrow.

Ruthless beads.

On the Ten Thousand Medicine Mountain that day, Jiang Ning used the power of the soup spoon to crack the ruthless Dao of the Human Emperor, and finally all the divine thoughts left by the Human Emperor on the Ten Thousand Medicine Mountain turned into a mysterious liquid, and the pure ruthless Dao was compressed into that dark bead, which settled in the sea of marrow, and the resentment spread while attracting the ruthless bead.

For a while, the strong resentment was strengthened by the ruthless beads, rendering Jiang Ning's emotions.

Not only that, under the traction of the ruthless Dao, Jiang Ning felt that the blood in his whole body began to boil, and he felt as if it was burning, and wanted to rush out of the blood vessels, and a violent killing intent rushed out of the blood.

On the top of Wanyao Mountain that day, Jiang Ning inexplicably triggered the spell that sealed Wanyao Mountain, and attracted the true dragon blood of the condensed spell into his body, accompanied by the complete integration of the Linzi Jue into his blood, the benefits they brought to Jiang Ning were huge, but the hidden danger was obvious.

The resentment spread out by the sea of marrow and the violent killing intent emanating from the blood instantly buried Jiang Ning's rational moment.

"Whew!"

Jiang Ning raised his head to the sky and let out a long roar, and the remaining compassion and resentment of the dead of the Wu Clan, mixed with the violent killing intent of the true dragon's thoughts, rose to the sky, causing this side of the world to tremble.

Jiang Ning galloped towards the witch spirit, a pair of fists clenched, and the dragon fist was all in it, smashing directly at the witch spirit.